Last night we moved our tent to the Grand Teton National Park which is located immediately to the south of Yellowstone. It is another place of incredible natural beauty, though of a different kind than Yellowstone. It is less obviously volcanic in origin, but, as we learned this morning at a Ranger talk a fault line runs right up the middle of the park at the base of the tetons. These are spectacular mountains that rise as if from the plains. They seem to sprout out of nowhere and dominate the park and the view from every angle. It is not as big as Yellowstone, so we spent only today driving through and seeing things. We did take a short hike and saw some of the woods and the streams, etc. The young Ranger told us during his talk that “I guarantee you’ll come back here.” I thought him a bit presumptuous, but the longer we spent in the parks the more I began to feel he was right. The creation is simply too wonderful to not see again.
In particular for me was the chance to drink from a mountain stream. “It’s just melted snow,” we were told. I don’t usually just bend down and drink from a stream, never really knowing what sorts of things find their way into the water upstream. But, in this case I could see what was upstream: the mountains of our national parks. It’s the closest thing one can come to unsullied wilderness. So, I drank. And, it was cold and clear and tasted like snow. How could you not come back to that?